Veronica, a beautiful young woman with pale skin and big, expressive blue eyes, found herself in an unusual situation. She was bound to a toilet chair, her wrists and ankles secured tightly by leather straps. Her gown had been pushed up, revealing her perfect round bottom and the elegant line of her legs. She felt a mixture of fear and embarrassment as she gazed around the bare room, wondering what was going to happen next.
The toiletman entered the room, his expression neutral but his eyes full of intent. He was a big, burly man, with a thick beard covering his face and a rugged physicality that suggested he was used to hard labor. He wore only a pair of loose trousers that hung low on his hips, revealing the outline of his cock beneath.
"Good morning, Veronica," he said in a deep, rumbling voice. "I hope you're ready for your treatment today."
Veronica struggled against her bonds, but they were too tight. "Let me go!" she cried, her voice muffled by the gag in her mouth.
"Oh, there's no need for that," the toiletman replied with a chuckle. "You're going to drink all of my pee, remember?" He approached the toilet chair, his cock standing stiff and proud against his trousers as he reached down between her legs.
Veronica whimpered as she felt his rough hand slide under her gown, spreading her wet pussy lips apart. He positioned the head of his cock at her entrance and pushed inside her tight, warm channel. Veronica groaned into the gag as he began to fuck her slowly but firmly, each thrust causing her body to shudder with both pleasure and humiliation.
Around them, the room filled with the sound of condensing water and flushes. The toiletman was engaging in his morning ritual, and Veronica was an unwilling participant. He continued to fuck her while he pissed, his hot stream filling her up gradually. She felt the pressure building inside her, and soon enough, she couldn't help but to feel the tickle of urine on her skin.
"Drink it, Veronica," the toiletman grunted, his cock slamming against her cervix. "Drink every last drop."
Reluctantly, Veronica began to suck in air as she felt the urge to pee growing stronger. She closed her eyes and tried to forget where the pee was coming from, concentrating on the feeling of it flowing down her throat. She swallowed convulsively as the pressure mounted, desperately trying to hold on until she was full.
Finally, with a loud groan, Veronica let go. She felt the hot rush of pee pouring out of her, filling her with a sense of relief and shame at the same time. She drank greedily, gulping down the salty deliciousness of her own pee until she could swallow no more.
"Well done, Veronica," the toiletman said, removing his cock from her pussy. "You're a fast learner." He unstrapped her from the chair and helped her to her feet, his rough hands running over her body as he guided her towards the exit.
Veronica couldn't believe what had happened, but she knew that she would never forget this experience. She promised herself that she would never look at a toilet the same way again, and she wondered how many more people shared the toiletman's peculiar fetish. As she stumbled out of the room, her gown askew and her mind reeling, she couldn't help but feel a sense of disbelief and horror at the world she had discovered.
